Solo Swordmaster

#896. Don’t forget

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On the other side of the wind.

curled up in a bush.

she waited

May it be time.

Mumble the grass.

the sound of breathing subsides

to blur the boundaries.

The moment when I finally found a gap after watching for a long time without moving.

Her eyes flashed and she spurred out of the bush at once.

Beep!

It was then that I felt a sense of danger.

Deer running away with a cry.

Among them, she was the target she was aiming for in advance in the first place.

That is, he ran toward the slowest and smallest young fawn.

After clawing the ground with both hands and spurring the ground with both feet and running furiously, the moment she finally climbed onto the back of a fawn.

Teeth driven into the nape of its neck.

Although it is young, its tough hide withstands attacks from small teeth without being pierced.

as if angry with it.

The moment the girl who gritted her teeth wrapped her arms around the fawn and turned her body as if bouncing.

Crunchy!

The body of a fawn with a broken neck fell helplessly along her spinning top, starting from her upper body.

Still, the deer did not stop.

Without looking back, he just ran away to the horizon.

That’s how relatives, friends, and even the mother and father deer run away.

In the midst of the fawn, who had been convulsing while remaining alone, with its legs drooping.

gulp and gulp

finally break through the skin.

After swallowing the blood of a deer.

Remove the teeth that have been driven into the arteries.

She ran the back of her hand over her bloodied mouth.

And saw.

The sight of everything except the fawn he hunted shattered and dissolved into thin air.

Even then, she wasn’t surprised.

Instead, he picked up fallen twigs and started rubbing them together.

Round and round.

Until frictional heat arises between the branches and the dry straw caught between them is ignited.

Putting the branch she had been rubbing for a long time in her hand, she breathed into her warm hands.

Then, with a grunt, he skinned the fawn, inserted it into a branch, and turned it slowly.

Compared to when you just had to pick up the meat from the tree and eat it, it was a very cumbersome and cumbersome process.

But I didn’t particularly hate it.

Also hunting animals.

You can also bake and eat it yourself.

Rather than being cumbersome like this, it was fun and rewarding.

I was chewing on the well-cooked meat.

[…Hey.]

I suddenly raised my head.

Look around.

front side back side.

After looking around several times, unable to find anything in particular, she tilted her head.

He was alone here, but he felt as if someone had called him.

But that’s for a while.

In the end, she brushed it off saying it was just because of her mood, and started eating the meat deliciously again.

Like that…

as time goes by.

Her daily life went on.

After taking a long nap and eating meat to their stomach, they run through the forest.

Climbing trees and jumping between branches while feeling the pleasant smell of the forest.

[…Liya.]

“…?”

I hesitate.

wandering around

It’s been a while since I tilted my head again.

After sweating in the woods for a long time, they jump into a wide lake as if to cool off the heat.

with a splash!

After swimming in the clear water that cools off the hot body covered in sweat, he catches a large fish and escapes.

and burr

After shaking her body and head, she wiped off the water droplets that flowed from her fine skin that was not even covered with a thread.

The fish is roughly trimmed, placed on a branch, and grilled over an open fire.

[Suri.]

“…”

But why?

I’m sure it’s because of my mood.

A call that continues to be heard.

And why is that voice strangely familiar and nostalgic?

She didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

This is her world.

This is where I grew up all my life.

It is an eternal paradise.

She could have been happy just by living peacefully here without knowing anything.

[Repair.]

But…

as time goes by.

she felt uncomfortable.

It wasn’t just because of the call that I kept feeling no matter how much I tried to ignore it.

Plus, it wasn’t just because he felt like someone was watching him all the time.

A feeling of emptiness, as if something precious had been forgotten.

A feeling of discomfort as if something was wrong.

To nervousness for no reason.

A strange sensation that gradually deepens with each call.

And the stuffy feeling that something seemed to come up but did not come up and seemed to reach but could not reach made my mind complicated.

[Think about it.]

Scratching your head.

Rolling around the flower garden.

Staring blankly at the moon at night.

A quiet echo that you sometimes hear when you ponder something that doesn’t come to mind no matter how hard you try.

[What happened after you ran away from the sword gun.]

The moment I heard that.

What comes to mind are faint fragments.

Wide open sea and deep fog.

Two girls with silver hair and white hair with strangely nasty identical faces.

And…

…Fear.

[I can understand why you ran away. Because my teacher didn’t do anything annoying to save momentum.]

Anyone is fine.

As if to come and see.

passed on to the rest of the world.

Like a wild beast looking down on everything from the top of a peak, his lofty yet violent spirit.

The mere thought of it, which seems to regard itself as nothing more than a young prey unworthy of vigilance, makes the whole body shudder.

Especially since she has a stronger wildness than anyone else and is faithful to her instincts.

[And I already know the pain and suffering you went through after running away like that.]

I remember.

burning pain.

As if punishing a runaway hound, the severe pain spread throughout the body centered on the abdomen.

And more vivid horror.

Every time I feel pain, my body trembles, recalling the feeling of being locked in death as the strength drains from my body.

[That’s probably why you had no choice but to ask the fallen spirit for help.]

I remember.

in suffering.

Memories of wandering in the wilderness.

The dim past that had passed instinctively according to intuition within it and eventually perished in the arms of the iron beast.

[In the end, I understand that you had no choice but to avoid the painful ■■ and immerse yourself in the happy ■■. Because this would have been the only way for you to live.]

After the day.

the night passes

The spirits move themselves.

So, in a deep, dark basement, I remember laying down in a transparent capsule and closing the door.

she clutched her head.

sick.

dizzy.

Like fragments that didn’t connect properly, the severed memories were swirling around, creating a hazy headache.

Those fragments are contradictory.

It was a fact that denied the very existence of this world, which was in no way compatible with the tranquility she had enjoyed so far.

I didn’t want to know

I wished you to stay away

just close your eyes like this

I longed to fall into a deep sleep, forget everything that bothered me, and find a happy and peaceful world again.

[But it’s repair.]

But at that moment.

she saw

The flow of milk and honey.

There are also forests where meat and fruits grow.

Meadows where all kinds of animals graze.

A lake full of clear water all year round.

Even in the midst of everything shaking like a mirage and mixing as if it would collapse at any moment.

standing in the middle of it.

watching oneself silently.

A gray-haired man with golden eyes.

pounding.

Why?

who is that guy

I can’t tell by looking at it.

Even so, as soon as I see him, fragments that come to mind again.

After taking off her clothes and walking around, the man stretches her cheeks and eats a chicken, then stands up with both hands up and falls asleep on the man’s knees.

It’s such a longing and welcome feeling.

Above all, the strangely beating heart.

It makes her look at the man as if possessed, forgetting even her headache.

[Even if you forget everything else, don’t forget who you are.]

“…!”

and towards her.

The moment the man reached out his hand.

hold your breath

It hardens.

because I saw

What the white-haired man gave.

The blade was sharpened over several months on a blade made by smelting 100% pure spirit metal, and leather was wrapped around the handle.

Two daggers with gracefully curved blades.

pounding.

Just like when you first saw the man, but in a completely different way, the beating heart tells you.

it’s own.

The fact that

it’s the same as your alter ego… no, it’s closer than that.

Not a vague sense like instinct or intuition, but a clearer and clearer conviction.

The feeling of knowing for granted that her limbs belonged to her gave her goosebumps.

[Grab it.]

[This is your sword.]

[It is your will and soul.]

[Recover what you lost and open your eyes.]

So that was it.

The reason why she reached out her hand after hearing the man’s words.

He could intuit that holding this would end this tranquility.

Still, I couldn’t deny it.

Because she…

■■■■■―!

right at that moment.

The world shatters with a roar that is different from a scream and resembles a curse.

nightmare.

swallowed everything

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It breaks.

Time is heaven and earth.

The forest is the cradle of peace.

I remember the lake life.

Scattered like sand, shattered like glass, burned like firewood, and melted like thin ice.

The world she had lived her whole life… No, the world she wanted to live in and dreamed of collapsed into pieces.

Instead, it is a forest.

Black trees and black thorny vines are everywhere, like charcoal left over from burning, and water colder than a glacier flows along the stream.

In the sky, the hazy sun like the setting sun scatters dim light through the dark clouds, and old bones are scattered among the withered tree roots.

everything is unfamiliar

everything is familiar.

In the cursed black forest, she tilts her head.

Where is this place.

to remember what it is

But soon that worry will be erased. no forget it

Instead, he slightly lowered his gaze and held out his hands… No, I look at what is held in my hand.

A blade bent like a claw.

A tip sharper than teeth.

Blood dripping down the blade.

The moment you see it, the feeling of emptiness disappears and what fills you up instead is a sense of satisfaction.

okay.

This is his claw.

It was still in my hands.

There is no need to receive it from others, no reason to take it back, no reason to feel regret.

in such satisfaction.

Fix the two daggers and grab them.

Crouch down and lower your posture.

She aims her ‘enemy’ with a dagger.

“Cool!”

I’m crying.

coughed up a handful of blood.

But the white-haired man whose whole body was covered in blood and scars to the extent that it was barely noticeable.

It wasn’t enough that he kept interrupting himself, so he showed it while glaring at the human male who tried to bewitch him with a wild dream.

“Kreurreung…!”

“…failed.”

Like a wild beast, he exudes a violent life and looks like he’s about to run again, his own disciple

.

Can’t be called a disciple.

Seeing the nightmare that drove him into a corner, Limon couldn’t help but put on a bitter expression.